Inside the death tower, Chen Fan once again transformed into a black hole, madly absorbing the death qi.
Here, the death qi surged like a vast ocean.
"Haha, refreshing." Chen Fan burst into laughter.
What was poison to others was the best tonic for him.
"Roar!"
Chen Fan seemed to hear an angry roar: "The little bug, it's you again."
The Emperor Corpse still existed; he was dead, yet a will lingered, awaiting resurrection.
"Haha."
Chen Fan laughed again, "Didn't you say you were going to find me? No need, I'm coming to find you now."
"Little bug, you're courting death, you're playing with fire."
"Heh heh."
Chen Fan's smile was sinister, "If you have the ability, come out then."
Bluster was useless.
If you have the ability, come out now and kill me.
If you can't kill me, I'll kill you sooner or later.
Chen Fan laughed heartily, this feeling was simply exhilarating.
"Little bug, little bug." The Emperor Corpse repeated this phrase incessantly.
All he could do now was roar and bellow.
Chen Fan possessed the death qi, a power that originally belonged to him.
After being plundered by Chen Fan, it was a power of the same origin.
Anger, unwillingness.
But all he could do now was impotent roaring.
No matter how much power he dissipated, it would only become Chen Fan's tonic.
"Roar."
This was the Emperor Corpse's final sound, and then, the death qi retreated like a tide.
No one liked to use their own energy to nourish others, and the Emperor Corpse was no exception.
"Uh."
The death tower, now eerily empty, left Chen Fan stunned for a long time.
Where did my energy go?
Where is my death qi?
"This... you're too stingy, aren't you?" Chen Fan was speechless.
"What a pity."
A great opportunity for harvest had slipped through his fingers; it was truly regrettable.
"Alas."
In the end, Chen Fan could only sigh helplessly and turned to leave the death tower.
"Hahaha."
As soon as he stepped out of the death tower, Chen Fan heard the hearty laughter of the burly man.
Old Nie's aura surged.
His physical body visibly regained its youth.
"Refreshing, thank you, sir. The feeling of returning to youth is something I haven't experienced in a long time."
After speaking, Old Nie prostrated himself, "My chance to survive is all thanks to the generosity of Daoist friend. If you ever need anything in the future, just say the word, and this old life of Nie will be yours."
"Alright."
Since the man had said so, Chen Fan couldn't refuse.
He then asked, "In this Freedom City, how many residents are there, I mean, like you, on the verge of death?"
"Many, many."
Old Nie and the tavern owner had both vaguely guessed Chen Fan's intentions.
"Let's go, take me there."
After speaking, Chen Fan hesitated for a moment, "Would it be inappropriate to go like this? What if they don't need it?"
"Haha."
The tavern owner and Old Nie exchanged a look and smiled wryly, "Who wouldn't want it? I can guarantee that if you now rally the people and say you're willing to help everyone suppress the death qi, the residents of Freedom City will instantly throng your doorstep."
In fact, Chen Fan was unaware of the current state of Freedom City.
In this city, the residents of Freedom City were only a minority.
They suppressed and refined death qi day and night, enduring its erosion.
They were already on the verge of madness.
Even if Chen Fan said that suppressing the death qi meant a short lifespan and eventual death, those who came would undoubtedly flock to him.
As for the residents of Freedom City, the shortest time they had struggled against the death qi was decades.
Under the torment of the death qi, it was a miracle they hadn't gone mad yet.
And now, Chen Fan was willing to help people suppress the death qi for free, something many longed for.
"That's good then."
Chen Fan nodded, "Time is short, let's hurry."
This was a deal made with City Lord Yifu: suppress the Emperor Corpse and expel the death qi.
Regardless, Chen Fan would not let such a good opportunity slip by. Why fight when he could obtain the Heavenly Crown without effort?
On this day, Chen Fan became the most popular person in Freedom City.
One by one, powerful individuals who had been tormented by death qi for decades were freed.
"Hahaha."
Joyful laughter echoed in every direction of Freedom City.
That was the sound of freedom.
Meanwhile, night had fallen.
Chen Fan had been busy all day without rest.
"Little bug." The Emperor Corpse's voice was filled with boundless rage, "What exactly are you trying to do?"
"Shearing wool."
Chen Fan said with a smile, "You're already dead anyway, the death qi is useless to you, why not give it to me?"
"You're spouting nonsense!" In another death tower, the Emperor Corpse's figure once again coalesced.
However, the Emperor Corpse's state this time did not seem very good.
Well, it was understandable; no one would feel good if their power was incessantly absorbed.
"Alas."
The Emperor Corpse sighed, "I am already dead, yet I still wish to be resurrected."
"How about we make a deal?"
"A deal?"
Chen Fan pondered this, not particularly interested, but he still asked, "What kind of deal? Tell me about it."
The Emperor Corpse's eyebrows twitched, "Stop absorbing the death qi first, otherwise this wisp of my will will dissipate."
"It's fine, it's fine." Chen Fan said with a smile, "You are the Heavenly Emperor, this little bit of power is but a drop in the ocean for you."
"You can continue to channel your power to ensure your body doesn't dissipate."
"..."
The Emperor Corpse's forehead twitched violently.
He had no choice but to suppress his anger.
Watching Chen Fan continuously absorb his death qi, he said quickly, "You need the power of death qi, you must have comprehended the Great Dao of Death. I can give you the full power of the Great Dao, but the condition is, you must help me kill someone."
"As long as you help me kill him, I don't care if my soul is scattered and I am not resurrected."
"Yifu?"
Chen Fan directly uttered Yifu's name.
The Emperor Corpse was stunned for a moment, then reacted, looking at Chen Fan coldly, "You actually know about the feud between me and Yifu. I presume he sent you to weaken this Emperor's power."
"That's right."
There was no need to hide this matter.
"Heh heh."
The Emperor Corpse sneered coldly, "What benefits can he give you? A mere sliver of power flowing from my fingers surpasses Yifu by more than a hundred times."
"I cannot kill him," Chen Fan replied calmly.
Yifu had suppressed Freedom City for hundreds of years and was known as the Sixth Person in the world.
Who could contend with Yifu, besides the Five Directions of Heaven and Earth?
"It doesn't matter."
The Emperor Corpse decided to increase his offer, "I can infuse the Great Dao of Death into your body, and my soul's will shall also be bestowed upon you."
"At that point, you will inherit my entire legacy, become the sixth Heavenly Emperor of the Immortal Realm, and killing Yifu will be as easy as lifting a finger."
"Really?"
Chen Fan's eyes lit up, "Are you truly willing to give me the Great Dao and your soul's will entirely, to relinquish all traces of yourself?"
"As long as I can get revenge."
This point the Emperor Corpse stated resolutely. "Good, I accept. Quickly give me your power and relinquish your will. Once I'm out, I'll go kill Yifu."